The Hard Nights Motel.

While not the most comfortable accomodations, I've been trained to adapt to changing situations. In recent hours, I've reacquired my memory, re-established ties with Bruce Wayne and remember that even though I finished my Masterpieces of Literature paper, I don't recall handing it in. That problem takes a backseat to what is apparently--

Britannica: You're rather deep in thought.

(young) Nightwing: --A telepathic parasite incubating within my subconscious.

Britannica & Cowgirl Jack: [whaaaa!] [eh?] WHAT?!?

(y)N: (Guess I finished that thought out loud.)
I wanted to discuss it with you in another minute anyway. It's acting as a barrier, blocking access to some of my memories. J'onn confirmed it after telepathically helping me cope with the double interdimensional transport.

CJ: J'onn? As in the Martian Manhunter?

Brit: When did you meet?

(y)N: When I was seven. That's when I met a friend who could hop dimensions in her sleep--literally. We made a lot of friends that way.

Brit: When you were seven? How do you remember--

(y)N: J'onn restored most of my memory.

(AGW and La Machine appear in a puff of smoke. La Machine is covered in snow.)

LM: Hey guys! We just beat Venom!

AGW: I'm beat. When's bedtime.

LM: Could somebody turn down the AC? It's cold in here.

CJ: [izzat so?] It's not the AC that's making you cold.

AGW: I told you not to play in the snow!

LM: I wasn't playing! I was looking for Santa Claus!

AGW (turning back to the rest of the JLR): After the fight, I wished to be far away from Venom. Imagine my surprise when "far away" turned out to be the North Pole. I would have been here sooner, if Hunter there didn't have to go looking for Kris Kringle.

LM: Well, you can't just go barging onto people's property without saying hello! Besides, look at what he's done for all the good little boys and girls of the world!

The rest of the JLR: [no no no]

(y)N: Let's get some sleep. we have a match tomorrow. La Machine, go clean yourself off in the shower.

CJ: I still can't believe J'onn restored your memory.

(y)N: Thanks in part to Bruce. After all, what are...friends for?

(Across the street a bandaged man in a trenchcoat is watching the JLR through binoculars).

Bandaged Man (whispering): What are...friends for? [mwah hwah haa] :lol:

((young) Nightwing opens the window.)

(y)N (To Bandaged Man): WRONG STORYLINE! GO BACK TO THE DCU!

Bandaged Man (whispering): sorry...